Until Even The Blind Can Read


On communicating God’s truth and love, by Hannah.

Recently, a thought has been imprinted on my mind – perhaps a simple one, but nonetheless important. It is as follows: we do not have time.

These five words help bring clarity to so many questions, such as what plans to make. This is not an urgency in the sense of anxious, unnecessary hurry: but one that is purposeful, directing, and brings focus.

We do not have time.

There is no time to be aimless, self-centered, or wasteful. The earth is literally coming to an end, and people are dying in the thousands to go to an eternity in hell, while the rest of us are seemingly okay with it and perhaps feel slight embarrassment talking about our faith because other people who are dying and separated from God may think us foolish and pressure us to keep spiritual things to ourselves. What misplaced shame, to own the very access to heaven, but withhold its truth from others! (more…)

Our Spiritual Messiness


On distraction and decluttering, by Hannah.

Somehow, putting a book closer to where I sleep makes me feel as if I will be more likely to read it. As a result, there is always a constant pile of books which accumulate next to my bed. In the U.S., this habit was easy to hide by shoving them beneath my bed-frame, but becomes more obvious beside my futon in Japan. Slowly, these books have encroached closer and closer, until recently I rolled over in my sleep to find that the books had actually joined me and were competing with my pillow for space.

It has been said that the things which we are committed to are what make our lives, and recently I have addressed commitment and resolve at this blog. We commit our lives to God, but there are certainly many specific things which we commit to each day. (more…)

Not Another New Year’s Resolution


On becoming a new creation, by Hannah.

There is something about a closing year that lends itself well to reflection, and a well-known tradition in many cultures is the writing of resolutions for the upcoming year. Yet often, these goals are abandoned quickly.. perhaps even by the end of January. Resolve has become something of a mockery. We expect to do well at keeping resolutions at the outset of a new year, but then for the initial passion to fade, and our resolve with it. We expect to fail.

I think it’s interesting that, as was mentioned in this Sunday’s message at my church, the word passion is linked to the idea of suffering. (more…)

Saying “I Love God” Is Not Enough


On 100% commitment, by Hannah.

I have been a believer in Christ for many years, and it has been quite a while since I accepted Christ into my life, over 16 years ago.. although not all of my family is Christian, I was raised to know the Bible well – and could quickly find verses (thank you, children’s Sunday school, for holding verse locating competitions: although we were probably driven more by the desire to gain candy at the time, gaining a knowledge of the Bible’s contents aided me greatly when I became more mature).

However, there is something which I have realized recently, like a slap in the face- I love God, but have been afraid to fully commit to Him. (more…)

She Is Not Your Enemy


On jealousy and greatness, by Hannah.

Ladies, listen up. I have something important to tell you.

Have you ever felt jealous toward a woman because she had something good? Maybe she was popular, talented, or clever. Perhaps she could afford better things, could be ladylike without trying, or finished a PhD. Maybe she always looks “on point”, while you vary between extremes of I-am-a-zombie and red-carpet-ready. Whatever it was that set you off, perhaps she reminded you of what you are not, or are still in the process of becoming.

Maybe you are bad at cooking, or your life feels messy. You could be more laid-back than ambitious, or the opposite: a perfectionist who will never be as cool and relaxed. Whatever it is – you’re not her. And it bugs you- but why?


The Power Behind the Pen

IMG_2328On penmanship and the author of time, by Hannah.

I have a reputation for messy handwriting, which has caused my friends as well as family to request deciphering of the cards or notes which I write – because when I write meaningful messages, I often forget to use clear, block-letter manuscript style, and instead use the flowing, incomprehensible cursive which I adopted and adapted over a number of years: a combination of 18th and 19th century lettering and my own invention. In some ways, my handwriting is a reflection of my personality. I am right-brained, artistic, slightly disorganized, and often in a (perhaps unnecessary) rush.. whether in writing lists or climbing stairs two at a time.

I remember my mom’s dismay when she tried to teach me how to write clearly in elementary school. Her handwriting is beautiful: perfect, symmetrical, comprehensible. Yet I also like my handwriting, including its indecipherable quality. It means that when I’m writing in public, fewer people can read over my shoulder.

“Can I see your pen?” A young woman in Bible study asked, after complimenting my handwriting. (more…)